Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.